The sun knocks on my heart
Where there it sets and I am relieved
I smiled because I knew my sun
Its sunrays are enough to recharge me
Its calming radiance never refuse
To wipe my tears when the pain comes
Its warmth is enough to defeat coldness of any kind
It is when the night shall enter
Grim darkness is ready to clothe my universe
The sunset in me will glow still
-- an everlasting blythe
Enough to lighten up others' too

if your hands are cold
let me warm it
if your eyes are teary
let me wipe it
if your body is shaking
let me comfort you
if the world haunts your dreams
let me shelter it
if fears are taking you
let me take it away
if you are worrying
let me be your assurance
if regrets are haunting you
let me say it's okay
if you are having low self-esteem
let me be your cheerleader
if you're lost
let me walk you home
if sadness consumes you
let me be your happy pill
if you think you're not enough
let me hug you
as I utter words of beauty
and significance because that...
is your worth
and please let me prove it.

i murdered him
my very first intention;
to end his life, his good for nothing life
my dagger is double-sided blade
and i stabbed him with no mercy
in my already lifeless, stonecold eyes
pulled it to the deepest depth
til his heart beat its final last beats

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i tried to **** him
the version of him whom he hated,
the devastated him, the persona he never wanted
the one who bleeds a bad blood and suffers
the one who's dragging him to hell
the one who's taking him away from my arms
the part of him that's trying to **** the original him
and everything that makes him crave for physical death
i tried to **** him

and i never succeeded.

never encountered such rare emptiness
i carried it on my shoulders and o' it's heavy!
'tis may be the worst of all the existing paradox
even words that came from lips of angels
couldn't erase unnecessary bad noises
sempiternal murmurs from the day behind
still fathoms what should i have for day forth
i am the epitome of furtive disaster, but poetic
inside these walls are colors of the universe
peculiar and dazzling but has no beauty
and no one has enough valor to come in
except those thieves disguised as affection
who offers faked elixir in exchange of their fantasy
and do trust me when i tell you this:
time may rush you, but you can't rush time
to heal, to feel, to taste the sweetwater
down the mount of false hopes and disgusting fallacies
no matter when and how it will be done
as long as my presence lives, so as stigma
my story shall end without denouement

memories are just psychological images
that our prosaic minds replay without consent
once or twice will be marked as nonchalant
but for hundred times it's difficult
it is not a mere memory anymore,
but a virtual, psychological world
you are living the same history everyday
bittersweet, in a dungeon of illusory reverie

if ever that you would meet
one of my poems again,
don't pay attention on the words
seek for my heart instead
then listen to whatever your heart says
and that's it..
the most precious thing in the world
let our hearts find its way back home
you own my poetry
so as you own my love